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Tom Waits Nobody

It's a palace for sure Without love... It ain't nothin but a house A house where nobody lives Without love it ain't nothin But a house, a house where Nobody

Well when you ain't got nobody, anybody looks nice Don't take much to make you stop and look twice And it's either feast or famine, I've found out that

off, it's July But by the time this comes out I'll be behind my release schedule and Mariah Christmas will be sellin' out- why? I never did nothin bad to nobody

I need to see a MD And y'all mothafuckers giving me the third degree Look at the waiting room It's filled to the rim like the county jail day room Nobody

sackcloth. And an armband made of black cloth Will some day never more adorn a sleeve. For if the bomb that drops on you Gets your friends and neighbors too, There'll be nobody

Clap hands Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside a Palladin's hat And nobody's

do with that thing? What do you do with that thing? yeah! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! What do you do with that thing? I wanna know

no mother And everything was dead And no one was left in the whole world Everything was dead And the child went on search, day and night And since nobody

rose and over there the roses are frightened to bloom so they never can grow and over here they need wool for weaving their baby's new clothes but nobody